Patheticus Minimus 3D

She’s a smart, young Gynarchy housewife married to a much older man, and she has given him the whiphand. Therefore the household footservant must focus on worshipping the hairy, male feet in front of him, however much he would prefer to be admiring the thick, female boots and socks behind him!

39 year old, brunette-haired, customer-mistress Ffion could, I suppose, be seen as a somewhat annoying person by her more uncharitable, fellow free citizens – self-obsessed; stuck-up; and pernickety! But to me – a public footservant – she is a very special goddess who MUST be respected and obeyed whenever she deigns to grace my public footbooth with her superior presence. For, in the Gynarchy of Barbaria, a customer-mistress is not only always right; she is never wrong! As she haughtily takes up her seat of power above me I know I am in for a long haul. She will demand my full and absolute attention to her beautiful boot and socks for at least the next hour or so, and will direct my every minute tongue movement. Today she is wearing her ubiquitous flat-heeled, chunky, round-toed, black leather, laced-up, uniform ankleboots (she is some sort of security guard by profession) along with a pair of thick, grey-striped, cotton bootsocks which are attractively scrunched up beneath her del

Mistress only has eyes for master – and rightly so; for he is a much better man than me. I therefore focus on the backs of my mistress’s heels – where I belong – until such time as she angrily orders me to lickshine the better man’s shoes

  1 . Watching the Parade My slim and petite, 25 year old, dark-haired, Pakistani mistress – miss Seema – is at the Gynarchy's annual victory parade, celebrating the Female State's totalitarian, female rule over the male! She has a good position, being in the front row near the climax of the parade in the central town square of the capital Barbaria, but, being no-one special – and just an ordinary, female citizen of the Gynarchy – she is having to stand (the seats are reserved for the female dignitaries, such as Gynarchy government officials and high-profile, foreign female guests etc.!) Still, at least my young mistress gets to stand, petite and proud, whereas I, of course, am obliged to kneel , large and humble, directly behind her black leather ankleboot-heels as she hovers on the sidewalk. I, of course, being a male slave, am not permitted to watch the parade per se – only the backs of my mistress Seema's chunky-heeled boots; and literally just the backs of her b